JOANNA..Asher’s expression changed in an instant,his eyes widening in bit of shock. . He seemed taken aback with the fact that I proposed a divorce. I wasn't even in my right senses. The whole situation made me feel like I was losing my mind.. I couldn't hold onto anything.. Asher didn't love me, I couldn't bear children. Is life even worth living? For a moment, Asher just stared at me, his mouth slightly ajar, before his face darkened and his eyes narrowed. "Divorce?" he repeated, his voice low. “Did I just hear you say divorce, Joanna?” He asked and I nodded, tears dripping. “You don't love me. I know you hate me. All these times,this marriage has only been beneficial to you.. I can't conceive. I can't get you to love me. There's no need….” My words were cut off with a hard slam on the bed as I flinched..“Not ever! Joanna. You wanted this for yourself. Didn't you? You wanted to marry me. You told your father that you wanted to marry me. And now, you think you can leave wheneve
JOANNA. Asher left for work and I blocked the number that sent me those messages. I didn't want to receive such messages again. I can't believe someone would obsess over Asher like that. My day wasn't so bad because Asher had brightened it up before leaving and I stayed indoors the entire day, imagining what it would be like from now on.Luther did text me to know how I was doing and I told him everything that happened between Asher and I. About our reconciliation, his words and the anonymous messages. Luther wished me well and said he was glad we cleared things up. The day passed by quickly and I got so excited that I wanted to make the best dinner for Asher.. I mean he wanted to eat my food after three years. I should give it my best. I looked at the clock, it was 5pm and he would be home around 8pm but it was easier to start earlier or maybe it was just the excitement..As I stepped downstairs, excitement bubbled in my chest. I headed to the fridge, rummaging through the shelves
JOANNA. Frustrated over everything, I just sat down on the couch and cried. I wanted Cassie out of our lives if she was going to keep tormenting me. I did nothing to deserve this! What surprised me the most was the fact that she went to the kitchen and started making a super easy meal which was stir fry noodles. I couldn't believe her but then again there was nothing I could do. I watched her from the living room, my eyes swelling in anger. She would occasionally smirk at me. I turned away from her and clenched my fists. I didn't have the confidence to ask Asher about this, about how long she would stay. Maybe if our relationship progresses then she gets to leave..The door kicked open and Asher stepped in. My face brightened up as I stood up from the couch..“Good evening Asher…” I greeted,walking close to him.. Asher smiled back at me and spread his arms.. I gently dived into his embrace..“Good evening Joanna. How was your day?” He inquired and I giggled. Asher kissed my forehead
JOANNA. Why would Cassie be asking that? We were married couples! Isn't he supposed to be lovey dovey with me? “Cassie, Joanna is my wife.” Asher responded and I smiled in conviction as it should. I was glad he was defending me. “Oh really,Asher? Since when? Since when did you consider her a wife? What about our plans? When are you divorcing her?” Cassie demanded..plans? What plans? Divorce? Didn't Asher say he never wanted to hear the word 'divorce' from my lips? “Cassie, I promise you. You have to calm down. I'm not divorcing Joanna now. One mistake and everything could burst. I don't want to risk it” Asher responded. What was Asher exactly saying ? He wasn't divorcing me now, but he was planning to afterall.. My heart sank deep. What was I even expecting? Risk? burst? Asher just seemed to be speaking in parables. “And the best way to do it, is pretend to care about her? How long will you keep up with a woman you don't love? Are you going to continue deceiving her?” Ca
JOANNA. I'm frozen in shock, my mind reeling from the revelation. Really? From Cassie’s words, they had been in a relationship so long enough. Wow, so I was truly a third wheel..The weight of their betrayal crushed me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pain and anger. My legs and hands trembled when I was tiptoeing back to the room.. I tried as much as possible not to make a sound but I almost wanted to burst out. I rushed to our room, my heart racing with every step. I need to leave this mansion, I can't stay here, not with everything I found out. I grabbed my phone and car keys, trying not to make any noise. I sneaked out of the mansion, desperate to escape the lies and deception that surrounded me. The more I tried to hold back my tears, the more they fell through. It's as if I can't breathe! I slipped into my car, the automatic gate unlocking with a soft click. As I started the engine, I heard my name being called. "Joanna!" Asher's voice echoed. I glanced in the rear
LUTHER. I watched Joanna cry so much that it ached my heart badly.. I didn't expect to see her in this kind of pain after returning to New York.. Joanna ? The girl with the prettiest siren eyes ever, the prettiest lips and curves. I had harboured secret feelings for so many years but she always had eyes for Asher and Asher was my best friend. You know, your best friend’s woman should be out of bounds.It wasn't right looking at your best friend's girl. Asher had always treated her like trash but she wouldn't stop looking his way. We all grew up together. I remember the day Joanna made me stay awake for a whole night to prepare the gifts she was going to use to ask Asher to be her best friend! It was wild but I had no choice. I always wanted her attention but I couldn't voice them out not when her eyes were on one man. Asher treated Joanna roughly when we were kids, well until his parents asked him to treat her nicely! Asher agreed to whatever Joanna wanted. I remember how he al
ASHER. I have been calling Joanna since last night to know where she was and she hasn't been picking my calls! I couldn't tell if she heard the conversations between Cassie and I. I couldn't stop her from leaving again, it was too late. I was still in Cassie’s embrace when I heard the car engine come on.. I pulled away, and went outside to check, only to see Joanna driving out! I shouted her name but she ignored me and she didn't come home again. I kept staring at my phone, hoping she would call back. I was already dressed up for work but my mind wasn't at rest. I needed to find Joanna. What if she had gone to her father to spill ? I felt so disoriented and I couldn't think straight. This could Jeopardize the legacy I have been trying to build. “Has Joanna called back yet?” Cassie’s voice cut through the silence and I lifted my gaze to her, seeing her lean against the door, her arms folded over her chest... I kept mute and stood up, picking my suit jacket to wear. “Not yet, Cass
JOANNA. After Luther left, I slumped into deep thoughts. I tried so much not to cry as I promised him because life wasn't worth living anymore.. for some time, I just wanted to disappear from the earth, maybe that would be better. I stared blankly at the plate, losing my appetite. I pushed it away, my mind trapped.. I left the dining table and went over to the couch. Was I really worthless? Why was this happening to me? Didn't I deserve to be loved? The questions swirled, making my head spin.My phone started ringing and I let out a scoff, it was probably Asher. He has been blowing up my phone since last night! But what exactly would he want to say! I didn't even take a look at my phone and just ignored it. My mind was too numb to deal with whatever and I didn't feel like talking to anyone.. I felt lost and alone. The phone wouldn't stop ringing. I sighed, irritation and exhaustion warring within me. I picked it up, ready to shut off whoever was on the other end but it turned out
JOANNA. I watched Luther leave with the woman he came with as my heart stung. I had no idea what to feel at the moment. I left Luther for space to think.. It just felt like nature was messing with my head. Everything was super weird to me and I'm trying to give myself time. But I felt extremely guilty for leaving Luther in that condition after he did everything he did to save me. I felt shitty. At the same time I had no idea what to do. Go home to Luther? I wasn't sure yet.. The confession, everything came as a shock or maybe I'm the one assuring myself that because Luther gave hints countless times, I wasn't just paying attention. I was occupied with the thoughts that I saw him as a brother and friend to the extent that no matter how my heart skipped, I didn't want to give in. I wanted a break from love. It was scary.. I haven't recovered fully from what went on with Asher, the pain of it all still lingered and Luther had been a great friend. Would it be okay letting myself lov
JOANNA I forced a smile as I sat down across from him, smoothing my skirt over trembling knees. For a moment, Luther just stared at me. Then, with a calmness that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, “Ms. Wright.” Professional. Cold. It stung more than I expected. Luther had never been that distant with me no matter what. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened. “Mr. Martins” I answered, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her — the woman he brought. She leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she poured water into Luther’s glass. Her hand brushed his, careful and tender, as she set the cup down in front of him. I looked away quickly, heat rushing to my face. It shouldn’t bother me. Why the fuck was I so bothered? It was nothing. it meant nothing. But every small, careful touch felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my gut. Luther shifted in his seat, wincing slightly
JOANNA . The decision I made, I wasn't so sure if it was the best decision to make but I really needed space. Everything was too much, too overwhelming, I needed space to breathe,to think. What would I do now? This is entirely the turning point of our relationship and every decision I take right now will have a huge impact. I was trying to be careful.. I left very early in morning and decided to lodge in a hotel for a few days until I make a decision. But whenever I remembered how everything happened, how my heart pounded fast when I saw his bare body. There was slow tension between us when I was pulling off his shirts, his abs, his muscles , his dick. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to convince myself that it was purely nothing but lust. I don't any feelings for Luther, I don't. I need time to process myself before giving love another chance. For the past few years, i wasn't loved properly. I was forcing a man to love me. Now I don't know what to thi
LUTHER. I woke up, blinking my eyes.. I sat up and for a second, I stayed still, letting the memories of last night settle over me. The way the words had slipped out — raw, honest, unplanned. Joanna never returned to the bathroom yesterday. The way everything happened was quite unplanned and I couldn't hold myself together. I let out all my emotions last night without thinking of consequences. I bet it was too much for Joanna to handle. I wanted to control my thoughts of her but I couldn't, not when she was bare.. I made that ridiculous request last night, it just came out naturally. I didn't even think Joanna would agree to it but it just happened and we found ourselves in the bathroom. I couldn't keep my eyes off her perky round breasts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her sexy curves, not to talk of her features. Joanna might eventually be the end of me. I wasn't in my right senses when I made that confession but I had to keep it going because I couldn't keep that secret forever,
Joanna’s POV Luther’s voice was steady, even as something raw trembled beneath it. "So, what did I do?" he said quietly. "I stayed close. I helped you when you needed it. I guided you when you felt lost. I protected you — even when you didn’t realize you needed protecting." He stepped closer, the distance between us disappearing until I could feel the heat of his skin against mine. "I had to be there for you," he said, softer now. "Every time. Always." I stared up at him, my chest tightening painfully, my heart hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else. "And now you’re here," he whispered. "With me." He gave a small, broken laugh. "I know I’m not even courageous, saying all this now. I should've said it sooner. But I needed you to know. I couldn't hide it forever. I couldn't place myself as just a friend and a brother when I'm not. I just couldn't keep letting it go that way." His hand brushed lightly against my jaw, a touch so tender it almost undid me. "
Joanna’s POV. I swallowed hard and turned away slightly, tugging my shirt over my head. My fingers trembled, fumbling with the hem, but I forced myself to keep moving, to pretend this was just... normal. Just helping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel Luther watching me. Heavy. Focused. When I finally tossed the shirt aside and reached for the clasp of my bra, I heard it — the sharp intake of his breath. I dared a glance at him He was biting his bottom lip, his eyes dark and intent, like he was struggling to keep still. "Luther," I said, my voice a little too high, "you're acting weird." His mouth quirked at the corner. "Everything about this is weird." And somehow, the way he said it — rough, almost hoarse — made my skin flush hotter. I hesitated, every part of me screaming to run, to hide. But something deeper, something reckless and stubborn, made me move toward him instead. I followed his lead. We stepped into the bathroom together, and the door clicke
JOANNA. I felt bad that Luther hurt himself because of me and I wanted to do anything to make him feel better. I was still reeling from the shock of everything. I still couldn't place any thoughts on who would have wanted me dead but I also had to recover because I couldn't dwell on that forever. The Important thing was Luther showed up and I couldn't be less grateful. Luther was such a great person. What if he wasn't available to save me? I followed Luther into his room and he faced me. I helped him pull off the suit jacket before reaching my hands to the inner shirt. I reached for the top button, my fingers brushing lightly against his chest as I undid the buttons as requested . I realised we were too close and my heart kind of skipped but I tried to focus on the task, on the simple motion of button after button, but it was impossible not to notice how close we were. How still he was beneath my touch. "I'm sorry you had to go through that because of me.," I said quietly.
LUTHER. I winced as the paramedic wrapped my hand, the sting of the injury a reminder of what could have been a much worse outcome. Thank goodness I arrived on time to save Joanna. I know how I felt when the thought of something happening to her hit me, I dreaded it and I had to do anything to keep her safe. It doesn't matter if I got injured as long as Joanna was safe. Joanna's eyes met mine, still wide with fear, but she managed a weak smile and I smiled back at her. Dickson stood beside her, his expression grim. "Dickson, I need you to find out who tampered with Joanna's brakes. The car was fine" I said, my voice low and urgent. Dickson's eyes narrowed. "I will get right on it, sir. I will carried out the investigation" I turned to Joanna, who was still shaken but calming down. "Joanna, did anything happen to your brakes before they malfunctioned?" I asked gently. She shook her head. "No, they just suddenly stopped working." Her voice quivered, the shock of everything
JOANNA. I looked up from my work table the moment Gina stepped into my office, a stack of papers in her hands. "Ma'am, here are some new proposals for you to check and review," she said, her voice firm.. I nodded, gesturing to the table. "Okay, just drop them there, please." Gina placed the papers on the table but didn't leave. She stood for some time, watching me. . "What else?" I asked, meeting her gaze. Gina's expression was hesitant, but she spoke up. " Ma'am, There's another thing you need to know, someone sent you flowers." She responded and I furrowed my brows,my curiosity piqued. . "Who sent them?" I asked, my mind racing with questions. I don't currently have anyone that would send me flowers at the moment. Could it be the anonymous person that keeps sending me gifts every year? "The person is anonymous. They didn't leave their name either. give me a minute, ma'am, Let me go get the flowers." She replied and whirled over the office. I directed my attention back